Breathe

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic… but I do own the plot and the story.

Summary: A simple girl living a simple life meets the man who would complicate it in a lot of ways. "Working for the President of the billion-dollar empire wasn't a good idea, after all… especially if it's you, Li Syaoran. Everything's just a game for you."

Chapter 2: Cleaning Up the Mess

Previous Chapter:

Syaoran was about to say something but the door flew open, revealing Eriol. "Syaoran, Auntie's here to—"

He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing the scene before him.

Syaoran's mother appeared behind Eriol, looking directly in Sakura's eyes then at her son's.

"Holy. Shit." Syaoran whispered.

.-.-.-.

"What… is this?" Yelan asked, surprised.

Sakura pushed Syaoran off of her and quickly got to her feet. "Li-sama, sorry for the mess, I'll come back and clean it up later." Sakura said. "I have to get Conference Room A ready for your first meeting today."

Syaoran nodded. "Alright."

Sakura paused to bow her head in Yelan's direction. "Chairman, Hiiragizawa-sama, please excuse me." She left the room without another word.

Yelan glared at her son's direction. "Eriol, go after the girl. We must speak… privately." She said. Eriol immediately left.

Syaoran sighed. "Mother, it's not—"

Yelan raised her hand. "Enough, Syaoran. I will speak to her."

Syaoran showed a bored expression and sat on his chair instead. Yelan left his office without another breath.

.-.-.-.

"Sakura, wait up!" Eriol called after her as she pressed the elevator button.

She turned around, her face red. "W-what is it?"

"Auntie Yelan wanted to speak to you… in her office." He said, surprised at her unreadable expression. Her face was red from embarrassment, yet her eyes showed something else. Sadness, perhaps?

Sakura let out a deep sigh. She lowered her face. "Eriol, am I gonna get fired? I mean, that was totally an accident!" she exclaimed, squeezing he eyes shut.

Eriol patted her shoulder. "I think Auntie just wants you to explain. Don't worry, she's not at all scary. Now, head to her office and I'll get the conference rooms ready for the meetings."

Sakura managed a little smile, bowed her head and left for the comfort room. She must look pleasant before facing the chairman.

.-.-.-.

Yelan faced the back of her desk which was a heavily-tinted glass overviewing all of Japan.

She heard a knock come from the door before gently answering, "Come in."

Sakura stepped in and gently closed the door behind her. "G-Good morning, Chairman. Hiiragizawa-sama said you wanted to speak to me." She bowed her head.

"Yes," Yelan said, facing her.

Sakura kept her eyes glued to the ground. She heard Yelan laugh tenderly.

"Face me, Sakura," she said, smiling.

Sakura lifted her head hesitantly. "What is it, Chairman?"

Yelan's mouth curved into a smile. "I know what happened earlier was an accident."

Her eyes widened, not believing what she heard. "P-Pardon me, madam. Did I hear you say correctly that you knew it was an accident?"

Yelan nodded. "Yes. If it was any other secretary, she would've looked back and glanced at my son but you walked straight out of the office. Your face was red with embarrassment, not from being caught in that situation but for being misunderstood because of the situation. I know very well how to read body language, Sakura."

"T-thank you, Chairman. I assure you none will follow after this." Sakura said, bowing her head. A huge weight have been lifted off her shoulders.

"However, Sakura," she said, making Sakura's head bob up, "You should know that my son is really fickle. It isn't wrong to fall in love, but be prepared of what comes with loving a certain person."

"H-huh?" Sakura whispered, her face completely blank.

Yelan laughed softly. "You'll understand that soon. Now, go over to Syaoran's office and fix the piles of reports that went flying around earlier. Also, get that cabinet fixed."

Sakura nodded and bowed her head before heading out the office. She pushed the huge oak doors and walked to the hallway, deep in thought.

What exactly did she mean by her last statement?

.-.-.-.

Syaoran stared at the piles of papers left at the table. He scanned them one by one and tried to concentrate. He finished the three scheduled meetings already and although he managed to focus on the topics and problems being discussed, his mind would occasionally wander to Sakura.

It's an advantage for him if she gets fired soon—he'll get a new and more attractive secretary. However, although this is her first day at work (officially), he found her really useful. It'd be a waste to not have her.

She wasn't bad exactly: her nice, creamy white and slender legs, her smooth skin, her graceful movements when she walked over to the drawer, how her breasts felt as they pushed against his back, and when they fell over—those pink, luscious lips… oh how he wish he could taste them.

Syaoran snapped out of his thoughts and immediately scolded himself. 'What the hell Li Xiao Lang, fantasizing over that plain secretary. Have you gone mad?' he thought. He grabbed the files and decided to return to his office. His work was piling up, and he never liked it when that happened.

Upon entering the office, he found Sakura's desk empty. He looked at the clock. It's already 11am, and she hasn't returned to her desk yet.

'What kind of secretary would be missing at her desk for almost three hours?' he thought, balling his fists.

He pushed open the doors to his office and immediately sat on his chair, massaging his temples. He checked his line—there wasn't any registered voice mails. There should've been plenty by now; Sakura wasn't there to answer the calls.

He opened his mail and there were only a few messages—there was five from Eriol (some reports and presentations for review) and two from Mei Lin (the chosen models' profiles for the new products). He found that odd, too; his mail was supposedly swarming with messages right now.

There is definitely something wrong—and only Sakura can be the culprit. She's the only one who has access to his mail and his line.

"Goddammit Sakura!" He shouted.

Sakura's head suddenly bobbed up in front of his desk. "Yes, Li-sama?"

"Whoah!" he yelped. Caught off-guard, he fell off his chair butt-flat on the floor.

Sakura immediately stood up and went over. "Li-sama! Are you alright?" she asked, panicked. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Syaoran immediately stood up and glared at her. "You!" he said, pointing at her.

Sakura gasped. "Me? What about me?" she asked, surprised.

"You—! Don't ever appear like that again!" he said, dusting himself off. "And don't you dare tell anyone I fell off my chair just now."

Sakura tried to stifle a giggle. "Y-yes, Li-sama."

Syaoran glared at her again. "What the hell were you doing there?"

She returned to her serious face and sighed. "I was arranging the files that were thrown earlier, and in the process I found out that all your files are in disarray so I sorted them out as well."

"Good." He said, sitting on his chair. "Why are there no messages on my line and on my mail?" he demanded.

Sakura blinked. "Li-sama, didn't you say earlier that you don't want to be disturbed the whole day?"

"I did. But I didn't tell you to block all incoming calls and mails!" he shouted.

She flinched at his sudden reaction. "Li-sama, I-I didn't block the calls and mails. Look here," she said, leaning over the desk.

Syaoran furrowed his brows and grunted. He swivelled his chair to look at the computer screen but instead, his eyes landed on her cleavage. Her current position was showing him enough to make him imagine all sorts of things.

"I didn't block your mails, I just sorted them out. I placed all incoming mails on this folder and sorted them out further as urgent, necessary or nonsense. Also, the calls weren't blocked—I had them recorded with my line. I recorded my voice earlier and—" she looked at her boss, wondering why he wasn't answering.

His eyes were glued to her chest.

She cleared her throat and straightened her body. "Li-sama," she said sternly. "Please pay attention to what I'm saying, and don't just look at my chest—it's a very rude thing to do."

Syaoran snapped out of it and averted his gaze somewhere else. "I wasn't looking at your chest, I was looking at your…" he said, racking his brain for excuses.

"My what?" she asked, crossing her arms. She respects him as her boss, couldn't he at least do the same and treat her with respect, too?

His eyes caught a glimpse of her necklace. "I was looking at your pendant."

"Oh, really, now?" she said haughtily. "Don't try to wiggle your way out of it."

Syaoran rolled his eyes. This is the first time that some girl told him off for staring at her jugs. He stood up and paced around her, fixing his eyes on hers.

"I am not," he said, inching his way towards her.

Her eyes were full of strength. "Stop it with the excuses." She whispered.

He moved closer, making her sit on his chair. He hovered over her and placed his hands on the arm rest, caging her. "Okay, I'll stop it with the act. So what if I was looking at your breasts?"

"It's very disrespectful to do so," she said, angered. Did all the women that came across him didn't care when he stared at their body like that?

"Drop the act, Sakura. I know you're not really mad, and that you wanted me to look at you like that. Stop playing so tough and give in, alright?" he whispered, tracing a finger on her chest.

Sakura pushed him off, making him move a few steps back.

"What the fuck—!" he said, glaring at her.

Angered, Syaoran grabbed her wrists forcefully. She pulled it back with equal force, losing his grip on her. As soon as his hold on her wrist was gone, the same hand landed with a loud slap on his left cheek.

"Li-sama, I applied at your company with no hopes of being your secretary. I applied solely for I need to earn money for my father. Do not compare me with all the cheap, low-life sluts who became your secretary. I am not a play thing." She said, her eyes full of anger. Her voice was shaking with her trying to control her anger.

Syaoran stared at her. This is the first time a girl had rejected him and even hit him. He saw the cold venom in her eyes—looks like this girl really is the serious type.

"Please transfer me to a new department and just hire a secretary who would cater to your extra needs." She said coldly, storming out of his office.

He dropped on his chair and massaged his temples, yet again. Facing the mirror on his desk, her hand left a huge red mark on his cheek.

'That damn girl,' he thought, clenching his jaw.

"No one dares to reject me." He whispered, touching the red mark on his cheeks. "I will make you fall for me and break your heart into a million pieces."

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A/N: Finally, chapter 2 is done! :) it's a bit shorter that the first chapter, but I promise the third one will be longer.

So Li finally gets on Sakura's nerves and plans revenge. Next chapter, we'll see how he changes from cold-hearted Li Syaoran onto a more tender and gentle Li Syaoran.

Actually, I'm basing Li Syaoran's character into someone I know. He has the same attitude, too, and I though it'll be useful. :P

Thank you for those who reviewed! :) Please feel free to suggest upcoming plots if you want (or maybe some tips on how to make this story more interesting). Please review more! :P I'm open to any suggestions so please don't be afraid to say your opinions. See you guys next chapter! :)